"like morphine
marmalade"
by angela j. perry
only a masochist
loves living
in new york city

i can't wait
to get home
back to my
east village digs

staring at the skyline
with smiles
and corny tears
knowing one of those
flickering lights
is mine
nothing seems
startling in a
constant rumble

sometimes
gettin' stuck
in the bad shit
is best

it's really like
morphine marmalade
it must be my
jedi chemistry
with the grime

it's comforting
jet plane to f train, please